There’s a picture on the wall,
But there ain’t no reward at the bottom
You might recognize the face
But that smile has been replaced and forgotten
There’s no price on my head, there’s woman in my bed
If there’s a list I’m nowhere on it
I used to run this town, but all that I am now is unwanted

When I was out and running ‘round
You always used to track me down, and try to find me
Red handed I got caught
And when you laid down the law, there was no hiding
Well I’ve been pardoned for my crimes
And released into the wild
Turned loose on my own recognizance
But I’m still a fugitive
Of the damn you used to give, I’m unwanted